Thanks to Bob on an earlier comment for directing me to this passage, as well as Gez, via Twitter as well. I’ve decided to go with this chapter for no apparent reason than I need to have the assignment done by Friday, but with two people recommending to me what I consider a whole passage, I figured I might go for it. It begins,
Like a lily among thistles is my darling among young women.
Like the finest apple tree in the orchard is my lover among other young men. I sit in his delightful shade and taste his delicious fruit.
He escorts me to the banquet hall; it’s obvious how much he loves me.
Strengthen me with raisin cakes, refresh me with apples, for I am weak with love.
His left arm is under my head, and his right arm embraces me.
Promise me, O women of Jerusalem, by the gazelles and wild deer, not to awaken love until the time is right. (Sol 2:2-7 NLT)
The beauty of this book has often been hide by prudent intepreters, favoring the more allegorical – and if no other place, they will always allegorize this section – than the less than euphemistic literal thought.
It is the week of the Royal Wedding, so this sort of suits the mind set, don’t you think?
I know what you are all relieved…